Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.